11 Aug 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: a leap of faith, Barbara Quick, bubbles in her hair, empty air, feeling so alive, gleaming skin, heal all kinds of wounds, man to seal, selkie mate, Skinny-Dipping in Vathy, steep path, survive, the azure inlet of the sea, The light on Sifnos, third eye, transformation
Skinny-Dipping in Vathy
by Barbara Quick
Above the azure inlet of the sea,
the path was steep, carved out between
the thistles, thorns and wind-blown rock.
He left her at the top to find a sheltered place
they wouldn’t be seen descending to the shore.
She waited, fully clothed there,
till, looking down, she saw his gleaming skin
and upturned face above the churning deep,
as if he’d changed from man to seal
and loved this transformation.
She shed her clothes and picked her way
as far down as she could on tender feet—
then took a leap of faith, exchanging rock
for empty air, a rush of cold and bubbles
in her hair. Her toes touched seaweed
as she swam toward her selkie mate.
Two naked, slippery people,
seventy and sixty-five,
feeling so alive and filled with joy,
treading water side by side in the extra-salty,
turquoise blue Aegean Sea, rich in iodine,
with the power to heal
all kinds of wounds.
They tasted salt and kissed,
two shipwrecked sailors
who’d managed to survive.
Barbara Quick, “Skinny-Dipping in Vathy” from The Light on Sifnos. Published by Blue Light Press. © 2021 Barbara Quick.
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29 Oct 2019
by jeannepoland
in Poetry, renewal
Tags: commitment, green, humility, illustrator: Walter Koessler, listening, Maine, processing, renewal, rest, thensacred, third eye

illustrator: Walter Koessler
renewal requires:
Maine
rest
third eye
processing
listening
green
humility
the sacred
commitment
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20 May 2019
by jeannepoland
in Poetry, upon awakening
Tags: 5 senses, a promise of valor, choose panic or love, creator, discern flight or fight, ego, examine fear, fear is painful, J Byron Schachner, reach down to touch your toes, read fear's lesson, redeemer, sanctifier, soul, third eye, touch your 5 senses, touch your third eye, upon awakening

illustrator: J Byron Schachner
upon awakening:
soul: touch your third eye to see your Creator
ego: touch your 5 senses to open them all to sense your Creator
soul: touch your third eye to see your Redeemer
ego: touch your lips, ears, finger tips, eyes, nose, to sense your Redeemer
soul: open to cleansing to touch your Sanctifier
ego: open to pain and read its lesson from the Sanctifier
Fear is painful until it is examined. Then it discerns
fight or flight
panic or love
and chooses!
(If you have knee replacements and can’t kneel, try this:
Stand and reach down to touch your toes. Bending thus, touch your third eye, and 5 senses. When finished reach to the sky 3x and exhale breathing out your submission, acceptance and promise of valor!)
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22 Apr 2019
by jeannepoland
in I am not my body, Poetry
Tags: Deck of cards, divinity, Golden Light, holy outrage, humble servant, I am not my body, Jeanne Marie Margaret DeLoca, passionate beliefs, poland, Quicksilver, sculpted by my tribe, Smith, Sr Virginia Mary of Christ, straddle the universe, Ted Kooser, third eye, toes, transform

A Deck of Pornographic Playing Cards
We were ten or eleven, my friend and I,
when we found them up under a bridge,
on top of a beam where pigeons were resting.
Someone had carefully hidden them there.
On each was a black-and-white photo,
no two cards alike. We grew quiet and older,
young men on our haunches, staring at
what we feared might be the future.
The pigeons flapped back to their roosts,
rustling and cooing. The river gurgled
as it slipped from the bridge’s cool shadow.
There were women with big muzzled dogs,
women with bottles and broom handles.
Stallions stood over the bodies of others.
The women smiled and licked their lips
with tongues like thorns. We grew old.
We were two old men with stiff legs
and sad hearts. We had wanted to laugh
but we couldn’t. We had thought we were boys,
come there to throw stones at the pigeons,
but we were already dying inside.
Ted Kooser
in Weather Central

Jeanne Poland in 2019
I am not my body
but holy outrage too
passionate beliefs-
that straddle the universe
golden light –
from my third eye to the tip of my toes
divinity-
that renders me eternal and able to transform
my body is a humble servant-
loyal for generations and sculpted by my tribe
Jeanne Marie Margaret DeLoca Sr Virginia Mary of Christ Poland Smith
4/22/19
quicksilver
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16 Apr 2015
by jeannepoland
in Family
Tags: artist, birdbrain, blossom with passion, breathe in the Spirit, celebrate diversity, creator's daughter, discern, Jan Hutchinson, Jeanne the artist strikes a note, listen, perceive light and shadow, third eye

Jeanne the artist
strikes a note!
“I am
a birdbrain;
I have no right
to sing.”
jch 7/9/2014
My Song:
What is an artist?
Artist
See with third eye
Breathe in the Spirit
Blossom with passion
Perceive light and shadow
Discern
Listen
Create like the creator’s daughter
Celebrate diversity!
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21 Sep 2013
by jeannepoland
in Family
Tags: atoms, atoms science, divining, glacier, iceland volcano, macro-bio, pattern, science, seen with third eye, soul enlarging, third eye

Iceland Volcano Glacier
In atoms, science
brings divining- seen with third
eye: soul enlarging!
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27 Jul 2013
by jeannepoland
in Family
Tags: destiny, ETERNITY, free, glory, humility, Intimacy, introduce, mystery, see, spirituality, theology, third eye

Photo by Seth Snap
Intimacy
Into me see
Intimacy.
Into you see.
Intro-du-cy.
Into God see.
Into-ternity.
Into destiny
Intermystery.
Hu mil i ty
Third eye-see.
Glory be!
To see ‘n be free!
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